The thread in the loving mother's hand, 慈母手中线 Is being sown into clothes for the wandering son.游子身上衣。Stick by careful she works before he leaves,临行密密缝，Afraid it may be long before he returns.意恐迟迟归。Who knows if the heart of this young sprout, 谁言寸草心，Can ever repay the sunshine of his mother's love. 报得三春晖。